{"id":8,"date":"2018-01-01T11:16:59","date_gmt":"2018-01-01T14:16:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/art\/relatos\/?p=8"},"modified":"2020-07-04T19:13:16","modified_gmt":"2020-07-04T22:13:16","slug":"ayer-de-manana","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/2018\/01\/01\/ayer-de-manana\/","title":{"rendered":"Ayer, de ma\u00f1ana"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mis ojos acompa\u00f1aban atontados el acompasado\nmovimiento de su gargantilla; trag\u00f3 saliva y mis sentidos se hicieron\npresentes. Not\u00e9 el peso en sus p\u00e1rpados y la b\u00fasqueda nerviosa en su sonrisa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Con cierto temor, sin mirar a los costados ni\nestirar completamente los dedos, levant\u00e9 mi mano. Sus labios se hicieron anchos\ncomo el sol en el amanecer, exhal\u00f3, menguantes, las palabras que nos\npertenecer\u00edan: -Sab\u00eda que ser\u00edas t\u00fa\u2026 -y el d\u00eda se volvi\u00f3 ma\u00f1ana.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">2018<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mis ojos acompa\u00f1aban atontados el acompasado movimiento de su gargantilla; trag\u00f3 saliva y mis sentidos se hicieron presentes. Not\u00e9 el peso en sus p\u00e1rpados y la b\u00fasqueda nerviosa en su sonrisa. Con cierto temor, sin mirar a los costados ni estirar completamente los dedos, levant\u00e9 mi mano. Sus labios se hicieron anchos como el sol [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microrrelatos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diegobaigorri.com\/relatos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}